A/N: Okay! New fic. I found this prompt on the Destination: Inspiration forum. The plot bunny/prompt was: "I'd like to see a fic where Reid comes into contact with one or more of the people who used to bully him when he was in high school (either when he's working on a case, or at, say, his high school reunion)." It was given by cflat. So, enjoy!

Reid was reviewing the newest case file…and something about it was bothering him. They were going to Vegas, again. He licked his lips absently, his eyes never leaving the first victim's image. …All five victims looked familiar to him, but why? He pondered it some more, searching through his memories, when it hit him like a freight train.

"Oh god…" he whispered. He felt the blood draining from his face.

"Reid, are you all right?" Rossi asked.

Reid looked up to see the whole team staring at him worriedly. He forced himself to nod. "Yeah, I'm fine," he assured them. He knew the only one he'd be able to talk to about it was Morgan, because he'd already explained it during the Savage case. He really didn't want to have to re-explain it to anyone else, if he didn't absolutely have to. He sighed, softly, and stared down at the pictures again.

Alexa Lisbon. The girl that'd helped make his high-school career a living hell. His mind wandered back to that day, against his will.

"Spencer!" Spencer turned at the sound of his name; he hadn't thought anyone even knew his name. He'd been picking up a book when Harper Hillman called his name. His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he watched her walk over to him.

"Yes?" He asked, demurely. He was pretty shy around girls, so he was understandably nervous.

"Alexa wants to meet you behind the field house," Harper informed him. She waited for his nod before walking away, her skirt bouncing with every step.

When the time came, Spencer walked to the field house, his heart pounding. He half-expected Alexa not to be there. The sight that greeted him shook him to the core. The entire football team was there, with a rope. He took two large, instinctive steps back, a whimper building up in his throat. Two of the football players grabbed him and—

"Reid!" Morgan's voice shook him from the flashback. He looked up at Morgan, a slightly tortured expression on his face. He just blinked at Morgan for a long moment, before realizing the plane had landed. He gathered his things and slid by Morgan. Before he got too far, however, he spoke. "Can I talk to you alone when you get a chance?" He didn't wait for an answer before exiting the plane.

Morgan followed him quickly and grabbed his arm. Hotch had assigned them to go to the first victim's apartment, anyway. He pulled Reid into the car and went over to the driver's seat. "What's up?" he asked, while buckling his seat belt.

Reid squeaked when he was grabbed, but was silent after Morgan asked his question. He thought for a moment, trying to assemble his speech. "I, ah, know why all the victims looked so familiar to me."

"Oh?" Morgan responded. He slowed down, to give Reid more time to talk. He glanced at the genius out of the corner of his eye. He was a bit worried because of the way Reid was acting. This had to be bad to freak the kid out so badly.

"They all look like someone from high school," Reid continued, almost as if Morgan hadn't spoken. He took another deep, stabilizing breath before finishing. "Alexa Lisbon."

Morgan swerved over to the shoulder of the road and slammed on the brakes. "Are you sure?" It was a slightly stupid question, but one that needed to be asked. His eyes bored into the side of Reid's face as he waited for an answer. He was worried about what it would mean if Reid said yes…

"Of course I'm sure," Reid shot back. He leaned his head on the window. "And that means we'll need to visit all the people she was around, in high school and beyond…" he mumbled, his voice sounding pained. Of course he'd be upset; he'd be talking to all the people that bullied him as a child.

Morgan reached out and rested a hand on Reid's shoulder. "We're gonna need to tell the rest of the team, you know." He felt Reid flinch at the touch, but didn't remove his hand.

"I…I know. Honestly, I'm not looking forward to it, though," Reid responded. He stared out the window, not wanting to look Morgan in the eye. He was scared, but he didn't want to be the baby of the team again, so he'd act like he was all right. He bit back a sigh when Morgan started the car again. He reviewed the photos in his mind as Morgan drove, matching them to the Alexa he knew.

Morgan was worried. He knew Reid had been hurt in the past, but wasn't sure how he'd take to having to revisit each detail repeatedly until he found something he could work with. He pulled into the police station, and cut the engine. He then got out and waited for Reid.

Reid got out after another moment, staring at his lap thoughtfully. He walked calmly into the police station, trying not to remember the last time he'd been in the station. The Riley Jenkins case, when he'd accused his father of killing the boy. Fate seemed to want to shove all his bad memories at him at one time. All he needed was a Henkel doppelganger and he'd be sure of it.

He walked over to the team silently, Morgan at his side. He wasn't going to bring it up, so he just started working on a map, like he knew Hotch would want.

"Pretty boy…Don't you have something to tell the team? Your discovery?" Morgan sounded like a chiding parent. They all watched at Reid's shoulders rose to around his neck.

"…I don't want to say it. I could be wrong." He knew he wasn't, and he knew Morgan knew that. He just hoped Morgan would catch on to his slight fear.

"What is it, Reid? You know anything could be helpful," Hotch pointed out. He could see Reid was uneasy, but didn't understand what he had to be uneasy about.

Reid took a deep breath. "All the victims look similar to me. Much like a girl I went to high school with. I think the UnSub is using these women to deliver a message to her…or me, even." He didn't look up from the map as he spoke. He didn't want to see the looks on their faces.

"Are you sure? Sixteen years is a long time to change someone," Rossi responded. They all knew that Reid wouldn't have said anything if he hadn't been sure, but it was good to ask.

"I'm as sure as I can be with the current evidence. I can go down to the library and get a yearbook, and have Garcia get a recent picture, if you'd like," he shot back. His voice wasn't angry, just calmly pointing out the facts. He continued to color in the map until Rossi leaned over and took the marker away. He raised his eyes to look at the team.

They all looked worried. Reid was the one they all tried to protect, and if the UnSub was trying to send a message to Reid, that'd be bad.

Reid huffed out a sigh. He pulled out his phone and dialed Garcia's number. He listened to it ring once before Garcia picked up.

"Welcome to the Oracle of Wonders, we have geniuses rivaling Reid standing by. How may I help you?" Her voice was chipper.

Reid let out a chuckle at that. "Garcia. I need you to find a recent picture of a woman named Alexa Lisbon and send it to our phones." He was silent for a moment. "Thanks, Garcia." He hung up and stood. "I'll head to the library and get a yearbook. " He walked out, not waiting to see who would choose to come with.

The rest of the team stared at each other. Rossi headed out after Reid, sighing heavily as he walked. He caught up with Reid near the SVU. "Reid." Rossi grabbed his arm to stop him.

"I'm not wrong, you know," Reid muttered. "And even if I didn't have an eidetic memory, I'd still remember her face…and everything else about her," he added before pulling away and getting into the driver's seat.

Rossi sighed before walking over to the passenger's side. "I never said you were wrong, but does it fit with the M.O.? You know we're just asking to make sure, Reid. We don't want to go down the wrong road and have people die needlessly." He'd spun to glare at Reid.

"Are you saying I do?" Reid's voice was filled with venom. He knew that they'd have to get evidence to support his theory. He also knew that he was right, at least about Alexa. And Rossi's doubt bothered him, greatly.

Reid pulled out of the station and drove quickly to the library. He stepped out of the car without another word to Rossi and headed inside. He'd prove he was on the right track. He walked up to the desk and spoke quietly about getting the yearbook he needed. He then pulled out a library card and placed it on the desk.

"You still have a library card for this place?" Rossi muttered incredulously.

Reid glanced at him. "My mother lives here, so of course," he replied. The librarian came back with the book as he finished speaking. He took it gingerly before signing it out. "I'll have it back by the end of the day," he promised.

Reid turned on his heel and headed back to the car. He waited until Rossi had caught up with him outside to open the book. He pointed at a picture that almost exactly matched all the victims. She had light brown hair and green eyes. He stared at Rossi. "Still think I'm wrong…?" His voice was soft, and slightly pained.

Rossi shook his head. "No, I don't. Let's go show this—," he stopped, feeling his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket and opened the file Garcia had sent him. The image shocked him. It, again, was almost identical to the victims.

Reid just silently stared at the image. He'd always wondered how Alexa would look now, and now he knew. "We'll need to find out if this is random. Statistically, the odds of this being a random act is five to none against it," he rambled off.

Rossi nodded. "I know, kid, I know…" He sighed and headed towards the car, taking the driver's seat this time. He took the keys from Reid, wanting to give him a bit of time to recover. He pulled out carefully once Reid was settled; this parking lot was like a death trap.

Reid took a shaky breath as Rossi pulled out. This had to be a dream, a very realistic dream. His mind was reeling as he tried to connect the pieces himself. "What if I am the reason the killing started? Anyone could have found out that I was in the B.A.U., I mean, my father did…" He sounded very much like a child at that moment.

"Then we'll act accordingly. We're not gonna let them hurt you, Reid. You know that." Rossi's voice was calm as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the road. He pulled back into the police station and parked.

Reid didn't respond. He just stepped out of the SUV and walked back into the station. His face was a shade paler than normal. He placed the book on the table, open to the page they needed to look at. He then scurried away to get a cup of coffee.

Morgan watched Reid walk away and turned to Rossi. "What happened?"

"He's afraid he might be the reason the killing started. The UnSub could be sending a message to him, through these girls." Rossi shook his head. "And who can blame him? For all we know, he's right." He sat down and pulled one of the pictures of the victims over. He glanced between the victim and most recent photo of Alexa. "I must say, it's a bit too coincidental for me."

"That's because it's not a coincidence." Reid had come back from getting coffee and was standing behind Rossi. He stared down at the images, rubbing his forehead.

Morgan put a hand on Reid's shoulder. "Maybe we should all get some sleep," Morgan noted, looking at the clock. It was already ten in the evening. He glanced at Hotch. "We're not going to be able to do any more tonight."

Hotch nodded. "All right. Meet back here at nine." He began piling the papers up, and Morgan pulled Reid out of the room.

Morgan led Reid out and got into the driver's seat. "I'll bed with you tonight," Morgan offered. He knew Reid might have nightmares about this, and all the other things being in Vegas might bring up.

Reid glanced at him, and sighed softly. "I'm really losing it, aren't I?" He sounded sad, and scared. His hands were shaking slightly. He stared down at them and waited for Morgan's answer.

"You have every right to be freaked. That's why I'm staying with you." Morgan was also worried about Reid, but he knew Reid wouldn't want to hear that. He pulled into the hotel, per Reid's pointing. He slid out of the car and pulled Reid's door open. He walked to the back and grabbed their go bags.

Reid followed Morgan silently, just wanting to sleep. Too much had happened in one day for him. He watched Morgan take the room keys, only taking two, and walk towards the stairs.

Morgan opened the door and dropped the go bags by the door. He flopped on the bed, sighing.

Reid had stopped by the small table and was staring at a small piece of paper. "Mor—Morgan…" he gasped out. His hands were quavering badly. He held the paper out and fell into the chair next to him.

Morgan stared at the paper. It was typed with only one phrase on it.

I'll see you soon, Dr. Reid.